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My "Strange Woman" Images, like the "Strange Man"
Images which preceded them (which started as a sort
of "kinky Bob Newhart routine" (if you've never
heard his one sided phone conversations, nevermind 
;-&gt; )) are all dialogue with only one person's
words being heard, those of the dominant, in this
case a sadistic woman.

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"Jingle Bells"  (A "Strange Woman" Image)
part 1


Good of you to come so nice and early on such short 
notice, toy.


OK, so I do expect you to drop everything and rush
over immediately when I call, and yes, I have timed
the drive from your place to mine and you'd be in deep
shit - and yes I do know someone with a business cleaning
septic tanks - if you'd arrived five minutes later than you 
did.  It's still nice seeing you appear so quickly when I
summon you.  Specially since I need to finish my preparations
of you early today so I had to drag you out of bed - like
you mind me dragging you from bed - in the predawn hours.


I trust your holiday preparations are complete ?  Presents
bought and wrapped ?  So where are mine ?  So bring them
in, silly.

Much better, toy.   I'll unwrap them tomorrow.  Now I'm going
to unwrap you.  Strip, boy.

I'm going to give you your gift now.  Your gift is that you
can spend all day today and tomorrow with me.  I know that you
keep the days free in case I may allow you to spend some time
with me, so I won't be interfering with your plans.  Drat.
Oh, well, I'll still have fun with you.  It will be nice having
you here for Christmas Eve and Christmas.

You can even stay the next day; I haven't decided yet whether 
I'll put you in a box, beat you with boxing gloves, feed you,
stone you, or get you stoned.  But I'll have fun with you, and
isn't that what you always want ?

Don't worry, dear, I'll be nice to you that day.  If I stone you
I'll use small smooth stones *giggle*  No, dear, I won't stone
you.  But it might be nice to see a tea-totaller like you stoned.
Maybe I'll tie you up and spend the day pouring wine down your
throat; whiskey'd be quicker but I can keep you in a more steady
state of inebriation with wine.  Maybe that's what I'll do.
Maybe I'll keep you just a little drunk and suck your cock all
day; I'm *sure* you won't whine about that kind of "wining and
dining", will you, dear ?

But that's for the day after.  I have other plans for today
and tomorrow.  Which start with you being clean.  So let's
go to the garage.


I thought you might find this interesting.  The metal bars
on this grid are placed far enough apart to provide easy
access - hand, feather, brush, whip, cane, whatever - to
you while not having any hole you could slip through.  And
while they will distribute your weight some, I'm sure you
can guess that being as few and as narrow as the are, it's
going to become pretty painful laying on this thing.
Especially if some cruel bitch ties you to it really tight
so you can't wiggle around and relieve the pressure ?
Know any cruel bitchs that might want to see you tied
really tight and suffering ?  You don't ?  You only
know gracious lady sadists who might do you the honor
of binding and hurting you ?  That's sweet, dear - and
you are *so* full of shit *laugh*

But I'm planning to do something about that too, toy.

But first the exterior.  I'll start with these pots of
hot oil.  Please hold still, dear.  Yes, dear, I know that's
hot, I told you it was *hot* oil.  Please don't jump when 
I pour it on you, dear, a couple specks of oil hit me and 
that *hurt*.  I forgive you, dear, but let's not do that
again. Now that you're a little accustomed to the hot oil
I can pour the really hot oil on you.  Good boy.  Shouting
is OK, just don't move.

Now, then, let me scrape that oil off with this very sharp
knife.  You can move now if you wish, toy, but I don't
think you wish to now, do you ?  I didn't think so.

And now the hot soapy water - well, I did say hot, didn't
I - and the nice stiff brush.  All over.  How do you like
this, dear ?   I did say stiff, didn't I ?  Well, yes,
I suppose what you and I think of as nice and stiff could 
differ.  I *do* like things very stiff, brushes included.

Oh, come now, boy - make that little boy - you might have
misunderstood "stiff" but you can't have misunderstood
"all over".  "All over" means all over.  The more you
squirm around the longer I'm going to brush you there.
Not because it takes longer to get you clean, because
I enjoy your squirming.

Well, let's finish your first scrubbing.  And some
hot clean water - what is wrong with your hearing today,
boy, I *said* it would be hot, you don't need to tell
me it's hot.  And you certainly don't need to shout,
I can hear you dear, even if you aren't hearing very
well.  Didn't get any oil in your ears, did you ?
Maybe a little hot water will get out any oil in there.

Well, OK, then, your ears are clean, so you should be able
to hear what I say from now on.   You're so whiny today.

Now, dear, lay on the grid.  Face down.   Scoot down a bit, 
I don't want you resting on any vital organs.  Now spread
your arms and legs more, dear.  Good.  Now just hold still.
I'm going to take my time and tie you down real tight, and
I'm going to tie you all over.  Lots of red and green rope
to wrap my toy with.  Of course it's excessive dear.  You
are certainly worth a few dozen feet of extra rope.  And besides,
I like binding you, dear.  I like pulling the rope and seeing
it press into your skin and tying a nice firm knot and knowing
that you'll be moving not, until I decide you should.

There, that should hold you.  Consider it a nice tight hug from
your Mistress.

You might have wondered why I thought a 360 degree rotation was
worth the trouble of putting this grid on a pedestal.  Well,
aside from it being my way of putting you on a pedestal, dear
- don't be silly, boy; well, OK, be silly, the "I'm not worthy,
I'm not worthy" was sort of funny - the 360 degree spin is
necessary for me to use my new toy on you toy.  Let me show
it to you.  You won't be able to see it in action since
I'll have to put a protective helmet and collar on you.

Good thing we haven't lacked for precipitation around here.
During a water shortage they certainly wouldn't want me using
this.  Well, no, I suppose they wouldn't want me doing a lot
of the things I do.  Neither do you, but I still do them to
you *laugh*

Anyway, do you like my new toy, toy.  A high pressure hose
with a special water line installed and set on this tripod
so even a frail thing like me can easily control it.  And
now we are both going to find out how it works.  

First that me get this helmet on you, and this collar, and lock
them both to the grid so that besides not getting hit in the
head or face or neck by the water, your head won't be jerked
around and your neck hurt.  And let's put this protection across
the one grid so you don't get pounded over your heart, and
now this padded belt across your kidneys, and this other bit of
padding up your spine and hooked up to your collar.  And your 
arms and legs are tied down nice and tight, so you won't get
anything wrenched or dislocated.  You're just going to get 
thoroughly beaten up.

And here, dear, I'll put a protection over your groin.
I don't want you getting beat up there - until I can
do it with my own hands.

You did obey my order not to eat anything after 8:00 last
night, I trust ?  Good, you might get a little dizzy.
No, dear, I'm more than a little dizzy, and you must be
feeling pretty brave to be so mouthy.  What's that ?
Well, yes, good point, what am I going to do about, beat 
the shit out of you ?  See what an advantage it is to be 
helpless and hopeless ?

Of course, I could untie you and send you home.

All right, dear, apology accepted.

And now to business.  Another nice stiff brush and some
lye soap and a good scrubbing all over - yes, dear,
there too - your already tender skin.  No rush, I want
you good and clean; well, I want you clean.  Burns a
bit doesn't it, dear ?  Well, I'll rinse you off soon
enough.  No hurry, you say ?  Guess it doesn't burn so
much after all, eh ?  Or you're just more afraid of the
rinsing, eh ?  The old toothache in the dentist's office
syndrome, eh ?

Well, ready or not, toy, here it comes.

Oh, well, maybe a little more oil first.

Not on you, dear.  A little more oil on the axle
this grid turns on.  I don't want to risk it being
damaged by spinning for a long time.


And now, dear, here it comes.

I hope you can hear me over the water and through
the helmet, dear.  You'll be turning faster once 
you get some momentum.  See, your starting to turn
now.  It's so easy to direct this stream of water
- and it certainly looks like a strong stream that's
hitting you; I guess it must be to get someone your
size moving like that.  I wonder how fast it can
reverse your spin ? Let's aim it lower and see.

Not bad, not bad at all.

I'm going to make sure to rinse you all over dear,
then just aim the water at your groin so you can hear
the thunder of it hitting the board, and wonder if
I'd be so cruel as to remove the board, and spin you
a few more times.

Maybe a few more times.

A little bit more.

OK, dear, that's enough.  Let me get the helmet off you.

You don't look too green, dear.

You won't mind if I shampoo your hair, now, will
you ?  I didn't think you'd mind my fingers massaging
your scalp.  Rinse and repeat.  Doesn't feel bad,
does it toy ?  Now I'll just brush your hair a bit.
Maybe a little longer

Feeling better now, toy ?  Good.


Now let's scrub you again, and put you in the spin
cycle again.  Come now, dear, the helmet's not so bad.
Don't do Dumas dear, it's not like you'll be spending
the rest of your life in it.

Hmmmm....

Nahhh.....


[later]

OK, dear, you're all clean on the outside.  That wasn't
so bad, was it ?  It was ?  Oh, how nice.  So you'll all
beat up and the only parts that aren't aching from the beating
of the water are the parts that are numb from the tightness
of the ropes.  Well, of course you know I'll be loosening
the ropes to let circulation return.

And then tightening then again later.  So many ropes I
can alternately tighten and loosen and make you tingle.
Needles and pins all over, without any piercing.

But first I want to start cleaning you inside.  Now,
how much lube do you think I'll need to get that firehose
nozzle into your ass ? 

Just joking.

The nozzle up your ass will be much smaller.  First
some lube on your anus, and maybe a gloved finger 
inside you.  How about two fingers in you ?  Hmmm, two fingers
in me doesn't sound bad, maybe while I'm filling you up I'll
take a drink and jill off.  Nah, I'm still working on you, so
I'll skip the two fingers of brandy and just jill off.

Maybe a taste of brandy on your ass, dear. ?  No, that'd
be a waste.  But sometime tonight I'll soak a couple
fingers in some grain alcohol and rim your rectum - OK,
anus, but I know how much you like alliteration - with
them.

Anyway, I'll start filling you up now, boy.  Not the
way I usually mean that.  I've got this five gallons
of warm soapy water with just a bit of salt solution
in it.  No, not all at once, of course.  I plan
several nice cleansings for you with nice warm water.

Then the icewater enema.

Now let's get this nozzle in you ass, dear - oh,
didn't I mention I'd chilled the nozzle ? - and
start filling you up.  And let's set the grid at
a 45 degree angle, head down, and lock it in place.
As I'm sure you've heard, that's the most painful way 
to receive an enema.

I'll be back to work on loosening and tightening your 
ropes later dear.  Christmas is such a busy season
and there's so much I still need to get done.

end part 1 
---------------------------------------------
part 2


Hello, toy

Hmmm, you seem to have taken in quite a bit of water.
I trust you feel quite expansive ?

I think you can take some more.  So I'll work on
these ropes for a time.  You know, I'm sure I'd
have hit upon this myself, but I do appreciate
your having told me how the Spanish inquisition
used this method to torture people.

Among other methods you told me about, dear.
FWIW, there'll be no strappado today for you.

As for anything else, well, be afraid, toy.
I like you helpless and frightened.  And in pain.
Aren't the needles and pins from all that nice new
blood flow exquisitely painful ?

While you're feeling that, let's empty you out.
Get the nozzle out of your ass and swing your head
up.  Quite a feeling, eh ?  Feel free to let go.
It won't be the first time I've felt like needing
hip boots - not thigh highs, dear, I only wear those
when you're able to lace them up for me with your 
teeth - around you.  I'm just joking, dear, I don't 
think you're too verbose.

Of course, I can gag you whenever I want.

And what you let out should go into that tub dear, so
lets get to business.

Good.

Now let's push on that gut and see if there's anything
left to expel. You won't mind me swinging the grid up
so I can step on your guts, will you ?  Not that it would
matter if you did.


OK, dear, now let me put that nozzle back in, it will be
nice and warm now.

It's the lube I chilled this time *giggle*

While I'm filling you up again I'll tighten some of
those ropes and loosen others, and make sure you stay
on pins and needles.

There you go, toy.  Now let's put you back at 45 degrees
and I'll see you in a little while.


Hello, again, toy.

How are you doing ?

Everything hurts but your hair ?

*yank*

How's that ?  Much more consistent ?  Good, I'm
glad I could help.


OK, let's empty you out again while I tighten and loosen
again.

As often as I want, that's how often.

Go on and moan, boy. It's OK to moan, toy, I like it when 
you admit how much you're suffering.  I must be wearing you 
down if you can't pretend you're not hurting or that you're
a big tough man who can handle all this and might sometimes
get angry and maybe wise-mouthed but isn't going to get all 
wimpy and wussy. When you just start moaning and whimpering 
you must be breaking down.

Good.  I like you to moan and whimper.  And I want you
worn down today.  I want you weak and vulnerable.  With
what I'm going to do to you it's no shame to be vulnerable,
dear.  You can go ahead and cry.  No ?  That's OK, toy.

You will.  

But it's OK if you won't until I make you.  Harder on you,
but then, when don't I prefer being harder on you ?


Now let's refill you, dear.

But this time I want you face up, hanging in your ropes,
many of which are still quite tight.  A bit harder to get the
nozzle in your ass this way, but I have something extra for
you this time.

There, nozzle's in, water's flowing.  Let get this board
off your groin.  Piss in the tube.  Go on.  Do it, boy.
That's better.  Mind if I stroke your cock for a while ?
I didn't think so.  Good boy.

Now to insert this catheter, and fill up your bladder.

Oh, and remember what I was saying about the Inquisition ?
Oh, yes, dear, I saw it in your eyes the first time I
mentioned them, you knew this was coming, didn't you
pet ?  And it scares you, doesn't ?  Good, I like that.
I'm going to fill you up from every orifice, toy.

Don't you wish you'd never mentioned the water torture to me ?
This is one I'd never have thought of if you hadn't.

Now that's get this funnel gag in your mouth and strap
it securely in place and your head, and to the bars
so you can't move your head.  There, I've got it.

And you are going to get it.

You know how it works, boy, you taught it to me.  Swallow
or drown.  Oh, yes, toy, the cloth strip too.  The whole
thing.  Let me get the rag down in the funnel, and let me
get the hose - so much easier than those pitchers the
monks had to use; much easier being a pitcher who doesn't
need to use pitchers.

Now start swallowing, boy.  That's good.  I don't mind if
water overflows the funnel; you'll note the little dip
in the funnel so extra water hits your nose; not that
you could breathe through it anyway.

Swallow or die, boy.  I know you'll do what you have to
do to stay alive, so I know you'll swallow so you can
catch a breathe between refills.  I know you won't die.
I haven't given you permission to die.

Swallow more, toy.  I want you to swallow and swell.
Actually I do think you're swell, but I want you to be
swollen.  I want your stomach and rectum and bladder all
filled to capacity at once and we've a ways to go yet,
my pet.

Swallow another.

I love your eyes now, dear.  So scared.  No matter how
brave someone is or how much he trusts - and let's face
it, dear, you aren't a particularly brave man - not being
able to breath causes terror.  Every time I refill the
funnel I can see such fear in your eyes.  And every time
you drain it I can see so much misery.

I'm loving this, toy.  I love putting you through hell,
through an ordeal of terror and pain.  I know you'd 
fight me now if you could, it's OK toy, that's why you
are tied down so tight, I know you can't submit to this,
I don't know who could but I know you can't and what
I'm doing now is beyond what you can choose to bear and 
I'm loving it, I'm really fucking loving having you so helpless
and doing something so horrifying to you my dear precious pet.
I can't begin to explain how great these feels, how much
I love this.

Swallow another, boy.  Good boy, suck it down, suck it down,
swallow you bitch *giggle*

Take a breath, boy.  Now here's some more to swallow.
Not quite so much, boy, I don't want you passing out
and you're close, aren't you, you're going to lose
it soon and when you're out if this funnel is full
you'll die, I can't get it off fast enough to save you.
Take a breath, boy.  Now swallow.  Breathe.  Swallow.
Breathe. Swallow.  Breathe.  Gotcha, didn't I toy ?
Cough it out.  Now swallow. Swallow more.  More.

Now, about this cloth strip down your throat....

*yank*




It's OK, dear, you're OK.  Cough, it's OK, you can
breathe.  Your throat must hurt terribly, but you
can breathe.  Let me take the funnel off.  See how
easily it comes off, dear, it always would.  When
I said I wouldn't lie to you I specifically exempted
lies in scene and that was to mindfuck you dear.
You're OK.  You were always OK.  I wouldn't ever let
you be harmed.

You just lay still and breathe, dear.


Your belly and bladder seem pretty well filled.
A bit more to stretch your rectum and we'll be done.


I think we've achieved maximum bloat, boy.  Let me 
get you vertical and take a few pictures.

Now let's empty you out, dear. I'll put you down again,
and wrap these sheets around your belly and gut, and hook
them up to the rollers, and turn them on, and squeeze 
it out of you.  You think you can get the water all
out yourself ?  OK, go ahead.

Good job, toy.

But let's squeeze you just in case.





You come in here and lay down and rest, dear.

Hold out your hands so I can put these cuffs
on you.  Good boy.  Now I'll lock the attached
ankle cuffs on you, and you lay here and rest
till I come back.


Rested, dear ?

I didn't say it would be a long rest.

Come with me.  You need a shower.  Yes,
we did clean you, but after the last scene
you need another shower. Let me take this
chain between the wrist and ankle cuffs 
off the wrist cuff and attach it to this 
O ring in the shower wall. C'mon, lazybones,
get your hands up over your head.  That's
better.  Now you let the water run over 
till I get back, I've a few things to do.




WILL YOU STOP THAT SHOUTING ABOUT THE WATER
BEING HOT OR COLD.  SOMETIMES I NEED TO RUN
SOME WATER AND THAT TAKES THE HOT OR COLD WATER 
AWAY FROM THE SHOWER.  I KNOW WHEN IT HAPPENS
AND YOU'RE NOT GOING TO GET SCALDED. NOW WILL
YOU JUST BE QUIET AND I'LL GET BACK TO YOU
WHEN I'M DONE IN THE KITCHEN.

I HAVE LOTS OF KNIVES TO SHARPEN.


OK, shouting boy, let's get you out of there before you
wrinkle too much.  I have some hot lights that should
dry out off soon enough, and then you'll finally be
ready.

But sit down and let me brush your hair.  And rub
your neck and shoulders with this soft towel. And
dry your face - here, lean forwards.  Yes, put
your face in my bosum, is that such a foreign
idea ?  It's an old sweater but's it's nice and soft
and absorbent, rub your face between my breasts.
Isn't that nice ?  Now that me brush your hair
again, you messed it up.  That's better. 

Feeling better ?  Good.

God you're easy.

Now let's get you in front of hot lights and bake
the rest of you dry.


end part 2

-----------------------------
part 3

Now you're all nice and clean, inside and out
- and aching all over and worn down and your
terribly sensitive all over, and you're so
deliciously vulnerable - and you're ready for
why I brought you here.

I need another ornament.  I know you don't
think that you're very ornamental, but I
think you'll do well.

First some more red and green ropes for a body harness.
I'm going to tie your hands above your head but if you
should weaken I don't want your arms supporting your
weight. The body harness will do that. You just stand
here while I tie it around you.

Now, you hold still.  If I occasionally decide to kiss
my toy that's no excuse for you to move and interfere
with my binding you.


OK, toy, into that space in the wall by the fireplace.  
Let's get some soft cuffs on your wrists - padlocked
on so you can't open them, and they may be soft, but
you won't get out of them until I decide to let you
out - and yank your wrists above your head.

You look nice, toy.

But you'll look better.

Some soft ankle cuffs, and a chain between them
through this ring in the floor.  And a couple
attachments for the body harness.  I'd use more but
I want you to be able to turn around on command.
Now you're stuck here for as long as I want you here.

Which is going to be a long time.  I'll lower your arms 
ever so often, and I suggest you remember to flex
your legs.  Not that I think that's going to be a problem.
I presume you've noticed you can't lean against the wall.
You have to stand or hang here.

Now a couple strands of garland around you, and some tinsel
in your ropes and your hair.  And these six glass balls
attached to clamps, let's see, inside each upper arms,
and one on each side of your chest, and of course from
each nipple.  Plus a couple plastic icicles to clamp
on your earlobes.

These will all be moved around so no bit of skin will 
be compressed for more than 15 minutes at a time.  As
you know, taking them off will hurt more than putting 
them on.  And when they've been but back on a nipple
30 or 40 times, that nipple should become quite sore.

A couple strings of lights, of course.  I haven't figured 
out how to rig them so you'll get shocks from them as they
go on and off.  Perhaps next year.

Now a couple rings attached to small boards covered
with glue to attach to your thighs - pulling them off
will be quite fun - to hang a short flogger from
each.  One a thuddy leather flogger and the other a
very stingy rubber flogger.  They'll be used on your 
ass later, pet.

For someone who says he's not a masochist you're
having an odd reaction, dear.  Generally one I
like - more to play with - but just now it's
inconvenient.  But rubbing your cock with an ice cube
should take care of this point.  Yup.  

See, now I put this nasty cock tube on you.  Teeth
inside the tube and spikes at the front of it.
An erection will be terribly painful.


And here's the final and finest piece.  Six brass sleigh 
bells on a heavy leather strip.  Tie a cord around your
balls - figure eighting them to "lift and separate" them -
and leave a bit to hang the sleigh bells - slave bells
when on you, dear - from.


The last bits I'm not applying yet, I'll do that when my 
guests arrive.  Oh, yes, dear, I'm having a Christmas party 
this afternoon.  You'll be a quite interesting ornament
for the party.  And a plaything - my guests have free
use of those floggers and your ass as a target; they need
my permission to target anything else - but I think I'll
be easy to persuade.  The guests will also be moving
those Christmas balls around you; you didn't think I'd
be attending to you every 15 minutes, did you ?


Here's one of the last bits - so to speak - a gag for
your; more a mouthpiece for you to bite on than to keep
your quiet; I'm looking forward to hearing from you, as
I'm sure my guests are.  Ah, no, dear, not your declaiming
your opinions on any and all topics, the gag *will* stop
that.  I do, you know, greatly enjoy listening to you,
but not today dear.  Today no one gives a damn about
your mind or thoughts or opinions.  Today you're just
an object to hurt, and all we want to hear from you is
moans and screams, and this gag won't stop those.  I'll
put it on you before the very last part.

And the very last ?

Here.

One bottle of alcohol and a cloth, and two small
sprayers.

The sprayers are now empty, but I'm preparing their 
contents now.  A 10% solution of cinnamon oil in
water, and two containers of dye, green and red.  After
mixing each spray will have a dye that's 5% cinnamon
oil in it.  When the party begins I'm going to spray
one of your balls green and the other red, and that
cinnamon oil is going to burn like hell, as you may 
recall from previous fun and games, and whether you want
to or not you *are* going to dance, dear.  Making those
sleigh bells - ah, slave bells - jingle, and providing
us with holiday music (the bells and your moans).

We'll have other music, of course.  I think there are
a couple women coming who may enjoy dancing in front
of you to try to torture you.  I'm sure there are a
couple dominants bringing their lady subs, bashful
exhibitionists they, and it may be very interesting 
ordering them to strip for the party, and we'll be sure 
to have them in your view when they do it.

But we're going to enjoy having you dance and jingle
your bells.  When you'll not jingling, a couple
more sprays should get you moving; every four or
five sprays we'll use the alcohol to clean off 
previous layers.  There'll be jingle bells till the
party ends.

And again at the party tonight.  Yes, another party,
but this one will be private.  Just my primary and
I spending a warm intimate evening, entertained by
the sound of jingle bells.

I'll leave the bedroom door open so you can watch.



-- 
Steven S. Davis *  sd@magenta.com  *  ssdavis@netaxs.com
Homepage, kinky  : http://www.magenta.com/~sd/sd.html
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Stories archive  : ftp://ftp.asstr.org/pub/Authors/sd
